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Plastic Princess Bella Rossi loves to play sweet and sadistic games with her pet, Tony Orlando. Dressed head to toe in candy colored latex atop her throne of broken toys, she explains the rules to her slave. She expects her playmates to entertain, worship and obey. Bella takes out one of her favorite toys, a hot pink flogger, and delights in the sweet symphony of his cries and the sound of the whip on his back. She strips Tony of his latex shell and unleashes furious and unrelenting lashes on his bare chest. After working up a healthy sweat, the radiant Bella demands worship. Tony greedily tongues her encased latex feet and is soon rewarded with a special treat! She showers him with the filthy nectar that has collected in her latex stockings and the filthy fucker must take it all in his mouth. The plastic princess grabs her man toy by the balls and skillfully slides him into position and smothers him with her glorious ass, depriving him of air as she climaxes. In her post orgasmic bliss she decides her pet is worthy of being marked by more than her whips. The princess straps on her pretty cock and prepares to penetrate her puppet. Bound and hooded in a doll mask, Tony is subjected to a vicious and unrelenting tickling. Out of breath and out of control Tony’s ass is penetrated by her plastic penis. Bella demands more from her bottom and shoves a gloved fist inside Tony’s freshly fucked asshole. She then plugs his ass with a rubber flogger to keep him stretched until she is ready to play with him again…

Some dreams start in ways that we can easily recognize, while others seem to have been with us since birth. Alrik Angel spends his life in one dream. A dream in which he owns a company. A dream where he makes decisions that affect all of his employees and shareholders. A dream in which he is ALWAYS in control. However this is all a front. A carefully constructed shell to hide and deflect the prying and judgemental eyes of the world away from seeing who he really is. There is only one person who really knows Alrik. Cherie Deville sees right through his carefully constructed, polished, and powerful veneer and knows him in his true form; a pathetic, weak, submissive, anal whore. Alrik comes to her in desperation. He needs to serve at the pleasure of his goddess. He needs to surrender to her for the same reason that we all surrender to our chosen deities in desperate attempts to find direction, approval, and transcendence from worshiping their divine forms. Alriks every breath exudes complete and utter devotion. On his knees, mouth wide open, he begs Cherie to make him a vehicle of her holy purpose and to fill all his holes with her cosmic energy. Seeing his unflappable devotion, Cherie showers him with attention and fearful love. She begins by softening his tender skin with her bites, tenderizing him for future sacrifice. She probes his asshole to deem if this orifice might be worthy of her attention. Pleased with her findings, she flips her little bitch slave over and carefully examines his pathetic pee-hole with ever widening gauges of sounders and then probing it with her saintly finger. The pain of worship is worth the pleasure that Alrik gets from just being touched by the hand of his mistress. To bring his troubled essence into cosmic alignment, Cherie then takes her tuning forks and strikes the inserted sounder to bring his soul into accordance with her cosmic resonance. He whimpers again and again his praise and thanks for filling his vehicle with her divine touch. Cherie then traps his face him a pathetic bunny mask to teach him to not take such pride in his worthless physical form. She bends him over and fucks his tight asshole over and over again as a reminder that he belongs to her. And, just when Alrik thinks that he couldn’t be more blessed, Cherie smothers his face with her heavenly ass. Alrik begs her not to stop and insists that he doesn’t need to breath if his goddess is sitting on his face. Pleased with Alrik’s acts of devotion Cherie allows him to cum and then feeds him his own seamen. Back in the illusion of his “real” life where he is showered with the prizes that come with a life for power and influence, he secretly whispers a mantra over and over again: “Thank you Goddess Cherie, Thank you Goddess Cherie, Thank you Goddess Cherie…”

Cherry Torn is a brunette goddess, and an intimidating, determined dom to Kink newcomer, K Dynamite. His nervousness and apprehension are on full display as he submits to Cherry, and she takes immense delight in toying with that nervousness. Cherry starts out kind, teasing K with the light brushing of a flogger, before striking him with it increasingly hard. K Dynamite wears a mask with his mouth covered, so Cherry teases him with her luscious wet pussy, right up against his face. She leans over so he can feel her beautiful body against him, such an overwhelmingly wonderful sensation, as she licks and then bites his cock. The whole time all he can do is stare straight into her perfect pussy, just out of tongue’s reach. The torment continues as Cherry works K Dynamite for his absolute devotion, and a promise that he’ll offer up his asshole for her to fuck. He’s clearly not looking forward to that pounding, but he wants to please his mistress, so he’ll do what she demands. Cherry gets fucking crazy turned on by K Dynamite’s fear, and just as excited by his enthusiasm. A slave can be afraid, but brave, and K is both. Cherry starts him off with a finger in his ass, just to ramp up his fears. He knows her cock is going to slide inside him soon, and she’s going to peg him deep. But he’s ready to please. Ready to take that cock. Cherry flips him onto his back so she can see the look in his eyes when she finally rams her hard cock inside him and pegs him to within an inch of his life. She is not disappointed. She slides that hard strap-on in and out of K Dynamite’s insanely tight ass, and at the same time shoves her feet into his mouth. It’s a huge challenge for him, but he take it and takes it. He loves foot worship, but he struggles through the ass fucking. Cherry finally cums hard, satisfied by the predictability of a vibrator and the eager wetness of K’s hungry mouth and tongue. And once she’s satisfied, she concludes that K Dynamite–while a good sport and a dedicated submissive–has served his purpose.

Before he miserably dies of thirst, Lady Carmen grants him a final joyful champagne reception in the pee-lounge. Immobilized in foil, she demonstratively shows off her lust temple… close-up and in full effect she showers him with her golden fluids!